Ken's eyes widened in horror. "Oh god, I

Ken's eyes widened in horror. "Oh god, I just ruined that fold!"

deep undercover in Albania, and when tiny faults in his supposedly iron-clad accent were discovered, Ken peered at the ten rifles which came out of nowhere. "...I just ruined the

pristine underbelly of my shorts, said Ken, in his fake Albanian accent while facing the 10 rifles. And it was true. He sort of duck walked because of the mess. But Ken had a plan

inspired by the chimps he'd seen in the Zoo: he'd throw his own feces at the firing squad and make a break for it. If only he could see through the blindfold to aim properly...

Most likely, they would put him against a wall or a pole so he would throw his shit in the opposite direction and then run. They shackled him to the wall with his hands behind him.

Luckily, he was wearing his detachable hands today. He easily slipped out of his shackles as his hands clanked to the ground. A sly smirk swept across his face as he eyed some shit

-ake mushrooms growing from a crack in the damp wall. He screwed his hands back on, grabbed the 'shrooms and ran down the street a free man. His dreams of opening a vegetarian

Restaurant called "Mushrooms" suddenly sprung to life. There was a former polish restaurant nearby and he immediately applied for a permit. It was approved quickly.

“Mushrooms” became a restaurant where every fungi (and fun gal) came to bask in marvelous shade and dampness. There was good food, friends, and plenty of toadstools to perch on.